"Be ahead of all departure, as if it were
behind you like the winter that's just passed.
for among winters there's one so endlessly winter
that, wintering out, your heart will really last.
Be dead forever in Euydice - rise gain, singing
more, praising more, rise into pure harmony.
be here among us the vanishing in the realm of entropy,
be a ringing glass that shatters as it rings.
Be - and at the same time know the implication
of non-being, the endless round of your inner vibration,
so you can fulfill it fully just this once.
To nature's whole supply of speechless, dumb,
and used up things, the unspeakable sums,
rejoicing, add yourself and nullify the count."
Rilke, "Sonnet 13"
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